by C. D. Gorri
Vampire Lover
C.D. Gorri
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Amanda Kimberley
Vampire Lover Purely Paranormal Pleasures
by C.D. Gorri
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Contents
A Note To Readers
Tagline
About Vampire Lover
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Epilogue
About the Author
To My Readers
Connect with C.D. Gorri
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A Note To Readers
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Tagline
Terrence Davies never dreamed he’d be worthy of finding his true mate, then Daisy moves in. Is the sexy normal ready for a Vampire lover?
About Vampire Lover
Daisy Amante just took over the lease on a great apartment in New York City from one of her old boarding school chums. Little does she know her neighbor and landlord is a real live Vampire!
The redheaded hottie tries to hide his sexy good looks behind button down shirts and nerdy looking glasses, but Daisy can see right through his façade. Terrence is something special and she is going to find out what!
Terrence has been sating his Vampire side for years with the bare minimum of blood from specialty butchers, but the second he gets a whiff of his new neighbor he knows there is nothing else that can satisfy his hunger.
He craves Daisy Amante in a way he swore he’d never indulge in again. He tries to fight his urges, but what’s a Vampire to do when a sexy curvy goddess knocks on his door in the middle of the night in nothing but her panties?
Can Terrence resist? And will Daisy willingly tie herself to her Vampire lover for eternity?
Prologue
“What the fuck do you mean you’re out of wild venison blood?” Terrence growled into his brand-new cell phone as he hustled through the streets of Manhattan towards his apartment building.
It was his third phone this month and from the crunching sound it just made as he squeezed the piece of junk, it would not be his last. Damn things were pretty flimsy when pitted against the strength of a hungry Vampire.
Fucking Chupacabra sonavabitch butcher had been his supplier for decades, but now the man was retiring to South America and his idiot son-in-law was in charge. The younger male simply did not understand good service.
“Pietro, I have had a standing order for the past fifty-seven years, why the fuck would you cancel it without checking with me?” He closed his eyes and counted to ten.
Patience, Terrence, you can’t kill a man through a cell phone.
“Pietro, just send the goddamned cow blood via special courier tonight. No, it has to be tonight. I have work tomorrow. And if you can’t fulfill my future orders, I will have to go through Charlie. You have one more chance, but that’s it. Fine. Bye.”
He ended the call and ground his teeth together. The cracked screen blinked at him as he hit the little end call button. Piece of shit. Another thousand-dollar piece of tech down the drain.
The emptiness in his stomach clawed at him as he hustled to his home. Fuck. He’d gone too long without feeding.
Being a Vampire in the twenty-first century wasn’t exactly easy. First off, there were all those pesky wannabes. There was something about sparkly glittering vampires that made his nose twitch.
Second, everyone from the government to the nosy neighborhood cat lady tracked your online orders and any other suspicious activity like bloody hunting dogs. He couldn’t feed from the local Vampire Coven’s donors. Not since he’d left their ranks after that unpleasant business with his childhood friend.
But how was he supposed to eat for fuck’s sake? The world had gotten a lot smaller the more technologically advanced the normals became. Damn he missed the good old days. When people were a lot fewer and farther between.
Still, of all the places in the world, the crowded streets of New York City would always be his home. He turned his head as his supernatural hearing picked up the sounds of the passersby. Everything was normal.
Boring. Busy. But still normal. That was good actually. He could go home and wait for his delivery in peace. Mull over his workday. Make plans for tomorrow. A perfect night.
Terrence thought over the latest musical Pax had delivered to him and his business associate, Broadway hit producer Chance Maddoc. The story was a continuation of the man’s previous hit The Beast of Brooklyn Heights. Fans and critics had both raved and slammed the writer for leaving the remade Beauty and the Beast fairytale unfinished.
Terrence had loved it the way it was, but the sequel had him chomping at the bit. Leandra, Chance’s wife, would keep the female lead of course. Both leads eagerly signed on of course. Terrence would direct them and most of the original cast in this continuation story.
He couldn’t wait. The score was original and the lyrics profound. A truly unique telling of things from the Beast’s point of view. Where Beauty Lives would be the final act in the heart wrenching love story. Oliver Pax still had not shown them the final scene. Preferring to keep the surprise to himself, but that did not matter to Terrence.
Chance had bitched and moaned, even threatened to take away his backing. But Terrence knew him better than that. Chance couldn’t walk away from this story any more than he could. It was just that good.
When the last show ended Beauty had left the Beast determined to live her life though she swears her undying love. Heartbroken, the Beast is careless and is taken captive by hunters and madman marauding as scientists. That of course, is the true fear of all supernatural
s. Being cut up in a lab underground somewhere.
No wonder they remained in hiding. Shifters, Werewolves, Vampires, Witches and the like. They’d all vowed to stay hidden from humanity for obvious reasons. Mainly the morons would freak out and want to put every single species under a microscope.
It was far better to stay in the dark. However, as a Vampire who didn’t believe in hunting the innocent for his required amount of blood, Terrence had found that ordering specific animal blood from specialty butchers, supernatural ones at that, worked for him.
Jorge, the elder Chupacabra who’s butcher shop was located on 182nd Street, had always been reliable. His son-in-law, Pietro, was not.
Sigh. It was his own fault for not keeping better track of his blood supply. His hunger gnawed at him, but he ignored it. Auditions went long today. Where Beauty Lives was bound to be another hit by Oliver Pax.
There was another one after that in the works as well. A retelling of Hansel and Gretel where the twins were actually a pair of bounty hunters looking for witches and supernatural creatures until Gretel falls in love with a Werewolf.
That would be a good show. Lots of fun and gore. Leandra Madoc had the role of the Witch and a younger unknown would play Gretel, and the up and coming Michael McGregor would play Hansel.
Chance had already signed on to produce the show bringing him three hits in a row if the half-Demon’s golden touch stayed true.
Not that Terrence really cared at that moment. He was tired, hungry, and out of sorts. A nice thick steak would serve him well, but he needed blood first. Tonight. Now.
If he couldn’t have the venison he preferred, he’d have to wait for the cow blood Pietro had promised would be delivered to his apartment within the hour. He only hoped the idiot remembered to sift it well. Nothing worse than bits of bone and fur in your blood.
Blech. He entered the building and casually took the stairs two at a time. It was an older brick and mortar construct, but one of his favorites.
Rent controlled. Busy, but clean part of town. He’d bought it at the turn of the last century because he’d liked the location. It suited him these days to play the landlord while he busied himself with directing.
The excitement of Broadway still captivated him at every turn. Whenever he began a new project, he always felt the thrill of starting all over again. Terrence was settled in his routine.
Not a lot could surprise a man with a few centuries under his belt, he supposed. Directing had come rather easily to him. He took it up after decades of people watching from his hiding place in the shadows.
Because of their long lifespans, Vampires were often thought of to be immortal. Some were, or as close to it as possible, he figured. But he was only three hundred twenty-seven years old. Young for his kind.
All sorts of lore about Vampires existed in the world. Each one telling their own version of what they believed Vampires to be. Dark masters, the undead, cold and unfeeling, bloodsucking fiends basically. Sigh.
The best description he’d ever heard had come from his great-grandfather after a young and thoughtful Terrence had raised the question at the tender age of nine of whether or not he was human.
“We are not the undead, my boy,” he said and squeezed Terrence’s tiny hand in his old withered one, “Vampirism is more a mutation than a disease. So yes, we are human. But we are also so much more. Our longevity gives us an ability to feel more compassion for the briefly alive humans than they could ever feel for themselves. And when you are older, my boy, should you find your mate amongst them, may you give the gift of life to your chosen so that you can enjoy the centuries together as I and your grandmother have these past five-hundred years.”
But there would be no mate for him. He’d locked up his heart a long time ago.
It was better that way.
Chapter 1
Terrence slowed his pace as he arrived at his floor. There was a banging noise coming from somewhere, but for some reason it didn’t alarm him.
“Ah, the penthouse,” he smirked as he stopped in front of his midnight blue door.
He didn’t mind not having an elevator. Vampires had stores of energy. Super strength, superior health, prolonged youthful appearance, you name it. Well, Leandra certainly didn’t miss the daily jogs up all those stairs to her former little apartment that shared the floor with his. She told him that little bit daily. But he didn’t mind it. Not at all.
He missed having her as a neighbor though. He liked her company, but he was profoundly happy for her and Chance. The half-Demon had found his true mate in Terrence’s songbird neighbor for which Terrence accepted all responsibility.
He did introduce them after all. For that they should name at least one of their offspring after him. Or so he told them both frequently.
A mate. What a wondrous thing indeed. Not that he’d ever have cause to worry about that. He would never take a mate. Not after what he’d seen and done. He didn’t deserve one.
Terrence exhaled, pushing the sad thought from his mind. He removed his key from his pocket and growled loudly. What the heck was going on? He could barely think with all the incessant banging coming from down the hall.
Oh. Right. He’d forgotten that it was the first of the month. Moving day. The holidays had come and gone again with no real impact on him or his schedule. But it was February first and he had a new tenant and neighbor.
Some former school chum of Leandra’s. Well, he would save the introductions for another time. He was borderline hangry and that was not something anyone wanted to be around. Especially not when meeting a Vampire for the first time.
“Ow! Dammit!” The sound of a woman’s screech met his ears and he sighed heavily.
He couldn’t very well ignore it if some poor normal was hurt on his watch. Maybe she’d seen a mouse or something. He waited a beat just to see if she was okay. Then came the crash and a second scream.
Shit. Terrence took off down the hall.
The door to Leandra’s old apartment was open and inside he saw a woman barely hanging on to a ladder in the middle of the crowded living room. She must have been trying to hang something to the ceiling, but from the looks of things, without any success.
He surmised she missed the nail because of the way she was holding her thumb to her rather ample chest. Her wealth of chestnut colored hair was tied behind her head revealing a pleasant oval shaped face. Her clothes were comfortable for moving day, just jeans and a cotton shirt. Nothing outrageously sexy or alluring, but for some reason he could not stop staring at her.
She was petite he supposed, and curvy as hell. Pretty and young, the woman had clear, smooth ivory skin and large pale green eyes.
She cursed like a sailor as she held her bruised hand and even did a little dance while she stood precariously on the ladder. But that wasn’t what had Terrence freezing in his steps.
No. It was her scent. Freshly fallen rain, clean, cut grass, with just a hint of wild herbs. He could identify sage, thyme, lavender, and rosemary as he inhaled another breath, sucking her fragrance deep inside of him to savor and store.
Each note of her fragrance was unique, just like her. With every moment that passed he found himself memorizing more of her. This strange woman who had suddenly captivated him.
Yes, his senses were all supernaturally enhanced, but for the moment they were fucking useless. He was frozen like a damn statue. It was true that Vampires were on average stronger, faster, and generally healthier than most normals.
But none of that explained why his heart thudded in his chest like he’d just run a marathon. Neither could it justify why his breathing grew rushed like he’d just emerged from being held under water for far too long. His eyes stung. His stomach clenched. His muscles tensed. What the fuck was going on?
He barely had time to check himself as his fangs burst through his gums and his claws extended from his fingertips. Shit. This was not good.
Unlike his friends Chance and Oliver, Terrence’s physical changes when
his Vampire side wanted out were minimal but still frightening to the average normal. Also unlike them, there was no other voice inside his head. No other persona that he shared his soul with. It was just Terrence. He was Vampire.
Kind of human, but more. A mutation discovered centuries before had divided the species. Vampires were stronger, lived longer, and also drank blood to remain healthy and virile. But they were also always in control. He made the decisions. Some things were biological, but others were made by choice.
Occasionally, the long life of a Vampire became too much for the individual and he or she would lose all semblance of humanity with the aid of a Dark Witch or Warlock. Becoming Hunter Vampires, little better than rabid dogs who heeled to their dark masters. Terrence hated the very idea of them, though more was being done by his kind to reverse the condition.
Then there were even darker aspects of Vampirism. Individuals who would use humans as cattle, who cared nothing for other forms of life. These elitists were called Revenants. Odd that the word be so close to reverent when these creatures revered nothing but themselves.
Terrence shuddered. He had personal knowledge of Revenants. It filled him with revulsion just thinking about the tragedy from his past. It was in fact the very reason he vowed to always be alone in the world. And yet every fiber of his being was pushing him to forget he’d ever made such a foolish promise to himself.